//-------------------------------------------------------// The Hunter -by Miro MM- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// The Hunter //-------------------------------------------------------// The Hunter With a touch of Gods hand the shade from the darkness as light broke through with a crack Within this darkness the light slowly turned brighter And God looked within the light And started a fire as the light turned a hue of orange As the flames of fire started What was once the light turned into a dark shade of grey, the darkness around wasn't to reach And within that grey The fire would continue to burn forever, the eternal flame And God knew then he created a world inside And green shades with blue of tides of colors would wash across the canvas Like a cloth it turned into those colors with more flames of colors washing across the darkness Bathed in bright lights with oceans of stars come to start And a world was born with green and waves of blues all over with clouds of air And in the world creatures of hooves and heads formed on healthy lands The Ponies known came to in this world to live, as God blinked https://camo.fimfiction.net/kdE4QR7zBtMXhFzEJGlyldqQTmXAmojgNhid5tqHBoU?url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.1st-art-gallery.com%2Fthumbnail%2F371000%2F371871%2Fpainting_page_800x%2FBosch%2FThe-Garden-Of-Earthly-Delights-Panel-1.jpg%3Fts%3D1505655060 And into this world there was born a single Stallion With a sense of self A feeling of otherness Not the same somehow apart from everything and everypony that looked. And everywhere he went he carried this feeling inside him Always it was in his gut, pressing in onto his forehead. He was bitter in happiness And he was angered at peace for it was never of him, and he was never of it. Everything was separate And he couldn't feel anything, his soul was untouched Because it did not Exist And to no part of the spirit did he owe any allegiance to For he was all stomach and heart and gut His eyes saw only the earth below and sky above, and shit and vomit Things as they were, and thus it made him doomed, made him ecstatic Miserable and bitter, cunning and euphoric of all And it was he who was the first Stallion, and it was he who was the first Hunter The first and in all likelihood the only descendant of Barbaric nature. The first to kill for food, the first to feel the need To seek, to find and track and kill To end things and to begin things Was this not just like God? Just what God would have done, and what had been done? This was how beginnings and endings had entered into this world No longer were they incorporeal things, that were left up for chance to decide But now we're made physical, with hooves and legs and limbs of the uncaring drought. And through arrowhead and through sharpened stone Through a gap in the flesh where time and nothingness stood And death and the ending fell out and splashed their redness everywhere around Blood pouring into the rivers Where he washed their skins and cleaned his hooves and face And washed the smell right of it and off of himself Blood flowed there and mades it's way into the salt blue ocean waves and tides And the fish would drink that blood Gathered up in schools and drunk with headiness of cycles of lifetimes on the land, and diffused with the salt and saline, so light now, so small it was now that none could taste it's coppery stinging like needles piercing the flesh they couldn't feel, but all were drinking, all were eating and all had blood inside them which was not their own blood. Had stolen the blood of another Bloody and not wholly themselves any longer they were and never would be again Now part of something else The blood brothers they would never see, Never get to see and that we're already dead. But none cared, and none complained In fact, all felt better, all felt full Stallions and Mares are creatures of appetites And they had all traded their love for a full belly very, very long ago And they all felt filled with it, and alive, both dead and all alive And in the nights they whispered softly to one another Laying close in the frost and dark surrounding them all around Pressing into one another to feel the beating heart of another outside themselves As the living proof, living proof that they were not the last, that they were not the very last one Because when dark is everywhere all confidences are forgotten and buried And Stallion is only a colt again, And Mare is only a filly again, without stick or blade or bludgeon And the world is as it once was, a wholly place of the animals Where all churches are built over to honor the tooth and claw And all intelligence is worth exactly nothing A place of just pounding hearts and desperate running and crashing through the fallen tree limbs, branches caving in into the ground underneath the dirt all at once, thumbing in on themselves. An unknowable chaos of the dense wilderness Where the beasts of the forests would chant out into the cold and frozen night times. "Who will kill! and who will eat! and who will die!" And into those same nights the Ponies in homes whispered. "The Hunter does us all a great service, and we've done so much to deserve it. With axes and arrows, fires and stones. He has fed us well, has opened up the world for all of us stranded and lost. So brave and strong, so cunning and so wise indeed he is, the best of all of us. Because he dreams of how it shall be, what will and be and with it he sees a better life" And they all respected him, the respect to save for the violence, has always been their leaders and always will be. Those that are condemned when they act. Those who live with hearts in their mouthes and hooves all twisting. The violence all they worship in the form of the same as them. When what we really worship is death, and for all those that can and will bring it to us. Because we long for it, we long for it. https://camo.fimfiction.net/joDP5UcWUwQTUKRsX3l_f-cBgf0S8z7u1SomUXIaa5k?url=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.fineartamerica.com%2Fimages-medium-large-5%2Fthe-garden-of-earthly-delights-central-panel-hieronymus-bosch.jpg And this was how he convinced them, to bend their backs. And angle their knees. To put their hooves onto the earth, and arches in their necks, muscles tensed and fur damp and sweating, Pushing weight onto weight onto weight. Holding themselves up, To make a solid height and a stable base As good as stone and as strong. He used their trust, and with that they gave him faith And then he shook his bow and flashed his eyes. He told them of the life they had gained, and his to give. The only separate one, and the only different one Who stood apart and felt nothing of life and nothing for it And all those Stallions, and all those Mares. Gave of their bodies, everything that there was Every inch and every sinew And made themselves all just things Not ponies but steps Not Mares but steps Not Stallions but steps Steps for his hooves, every back of his own kind Every neck of a Pony But still it wasn't enough We must go further The Hunter said I hunt the darkest games, he cowers In the shadows of the black blue sky above And yet I still feel this gap in me The empty space between the world and my soul A nothing space, yes I feel it there But there were no more Stallions, and there was no more Mares No more backs and no more necks So The Hunter asked the animals Those that he had eaten, he asked their bones He asked the dead mothers, and he asked the dead sons He asked the ones hidden in the stones, in the crawlspaces and burrows In the dark holes in the bark of the trees In their leaves and in the water And he showed them his bow, and he flashed his eyes And all alone they all knew All of them knew They knew, they knew, they knew They had always been separate They had always had gaps, always had gaps Had always had spaces where hearts could of been Because God had made them first, but had not made them best Had kept them in shadows and forests and fields Had let them all be Hunted, always afraid Afraid of being killed and eaten, afraid of being slaughtered While they themselves killed and ate each other God had let it happen God had made it happen And it kept happening everyday, and it would keep happening always and forever Yes they knew at that moment, the animals know everything. And all In their thousands they bared their teeth And all bowed their heads, every plant and every animal added weight, added height And all the while they all laughed, secret laughs All now taking place, all now a part All as one, all without selves Lost in the whole, the massive stair Now tall enough, he shouted and raised above the clouds To where the air grew thin, and to where the light blinked out Up higher than this and to the highest point ever revealed and reached The highest of all And that Stallion placed his Hoof square onto the smalls of their backs Square onto the napes of their necks Square onto their eyes and their mouthes He took their stairs two at a time He ran and he was not tired He was not tired, he was happy so happy This was it This was It And at the very top of the stair Where he was alone, but so very not alone He pulled back his string, and he tightened his bow And he said nothing at all just breathed And held it, right there, and then let everything go No troubles No fears No ponies No animals No earth No space No souls No nothing No anything And there were arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads everywhere And one, only one Stuck fast into the throat of God. And God fell straight into the earth, with every bone broken And that arrow was driven straight out from the back of his neck, flew high over the solid earth, and silhouetted against the beams of the sun like the only tree left standing from the smokey and burned out ashes of destroyed woods Like a Hunted animal dead on the ground God bled out slow, his blood soaking the ground beneath him until his heart stopped Like a stuck pig Like a dog on a spit And that hoof that steered the mighty ships of the workings of the vast plains In an instant, it all broke into a thousand jagged pieces pointing upwards And it took only minutes for all those Ponies to come down And without a thought, they all began eating With their bare hooves they ripped apart everything that they could find And ate until they were to full to move. We are at that desperate banquet now, and if you listen You can hear them chewing. https://camo.fimfiction.net/qWclE7EXvYDZa8kp-yl2fXzpUYFlPC354FTzsCuFEjg?url=https%3A%2F%2Fpayload.cargocollective.com%2F1%2F12%2F410267%2F6009016%2FThe_Garden_of_Earthly_Delights_by_Bosch_High_Resolution_2_o_o.jpg